I stopped suddenly when I saw "Misty":
I'm always so teary-eyed when a cat like Misty is rescued. Her gratitude was overwhelming and I could hear her purring from outside the door. I put her in my son's old room where there was only a box spring left and a few empty boxes - remnants that a teenager once lived in the room. I hadn't gotten around to cleaning it yet, but the sun was streaming through the windows and she seemed very happy with the quilts I put over the top of the box spring.
If this isn't gratitude, I don't know what is:
Tomorrow, she's going to Helen's house and be spoiled rotten. You're welcome, Misty. You're very welcome. :)